Brer Rabbit’s Trap

Note: For my Creative Writing class, we had to write our own story with the characters from the Brer Rabbit tales.

It was a mighty fine summer day, that day that Brer Rabbit got it into his devious mind to play a prank on Brer Fox. He’d been think’in, he had, on this prank of his for a long time. For they’d been rivals ever since, well ever! And he reckoned today would do just fine, just fine indeed.

Brer Rabbit got as quiet as a mouse – he sure wasn’t gonna let that ‘ole Brer Fox hear him! No siree! He aimed to catch that Brer Fox in a mudslide. For the past couple of days, Brer Rabbit had been gather’in up pure bucketfuls of mud. He’d figured out how to make a right good trap that’d cause scores of mud to fall on Brer Fox.

And now he was fix’in to catch his ‘ole rival! Chuckling, Brer Rabbit grinned at the mess that Brer Fox would be in. That Brer Fox sure wasn’t gonna see this com’in!

‘Course, some may be a might worried about play’in such a trick. But not Brer Rabbit! He knew he was fit as a fiddle, and ‘sides, he’d never been beat before.

Suddenly, a rustling was heard. The leaves on the bushes started a-twitching. An almost inaudible pad, pad, pad was heard. Brer Fox was coming!

Brer Rabbit, with the good head he had, watched intently as his rival walked right on into his trap!

“I declare, it’s such a – ” began Brer Fox in his sly, foxy voice. However, he got shocked as ever when a bucketful of mud came a-splatter’in down on him. That dirty mud stained his golden red coat an awful shade and Brer Fox tensed in anger. “You better hightail it outta here, Brer Rabbit! Ain’t nowhere you can go, that I won’t find you!” shouted Brer Fox, tail whipping around as he sniffed out his rival.

Well, Brer Rabbit skedaddled out of there lickety split! He sure wasn’t gonna stay after that! White feet bound’in through the grass, he hurried on – know’in, as he did, that Brer Fox was com’in on fast!

Riled up as ever, Brer Fox – still with scores of mud on’im – chased after Brer Rabbit. That no good Brer Rabbit, try’in to play a trick on him! “Can’t get away from me, Brer Rabbit!” hollered Brer Fox.

Now Brer Rabbit was realizin that he was in a heap of trouble! He hadn’t thought that Brer Fox would be mov’in that fast! “Good night a livin, that Brer Fox is com’in up on me fast!” mumbled Brer Rabbit, beggin to think that he was as dead as a doornail! He frantically jumped up on a white fence and turned around to see Brer Fox.

“This is my neck of the woods,” stated Brer Fox arrogantly, slow’in down since he seemed to think that Brer Rabbit was a goner. “You ain’t gett’in away now, Brer Rabbit!”

And it sure did seem like Brer Fox was right.

Brer Rabbit, however, looked on down – on the other side of the fence. Well, he saw what sure looked to be the best thing on God’s good green earth: a rabbit hole! Grinning with a cheeky expression, Brer Rabbit let his head bob up and down. “To be sure, I am in a pickle! I am!” he exclaimed, mak’in sure that Brer Fox heard’m.

Smirk’in, Brer Fox bended down to jump on top of that fence and give Brer Rabbit a good lick’in to.

But he never got his chance! Brer Rabbit done jumped off that fence and landed right in the rabbit hole. Too small for Brer Fox, but just right for Brer Rabbit.